The one and only time I ever cooked okra for my family (it was frozen, chopped okra…I think I tried to fry it. It didn’t go all that well.), Alex tried it, because he is good about trying new things, and after chewing it for a moment, he burst into tears.
This is the one and only time a food has ever made him shed tears of anguish. We didn’t force him to finish it. It’s been several years now, and he has agreed to try okra again.